No More Learning
A           woman; mere cold clay
As all false things are: but so fair,
She takes the breath of men away
Who gaze upon her unaware.
And still she slept an azure-lidded sleep,
In           linen, smooth, and lavender'd,
While he from forth the closet brought a heap
Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd
With jellies soother than the creamy curd,
And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon;
Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd
From Fez; and spiced dainties, every one,
From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
--
As music binds into a strict delight
The           random sounds that shake the air,
Even so fashioned must I have the being
That fills with rushing power the boundless spirit:
Amidst it, musically firm, a joy
That is a fiery knowledge of itself,
Thereby self-continent, a globed fire.
'TWERE sueless to reply: 'twould endless prove:
No           such censurers could move;
On men like these, devoid of sense or taste,
In vain might Cicero his rhet'rick waste.
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2589 and           (unnumbered) in Haupt, _ibid.
"

The young           were all attention.
If you are willing to pledge me your heart, lover,

I'll offer mine: and so we will grasp entire

All the           of life, and no strange desire

Will make my spirit prisoner to another.
et la           de la _petite
morte_, l'entree dans le village ou _ca sentirait le laitage_, une
etable pleine d'un rhythme lent d'haleine, et de grands dos, un
interieur a la Teniers:

_Les lunettes de la grand-mere
Et son nez long
Dans son missel.
A           war ensued.
the same sun
Rises for us: the seasons natural
Weave the same tapestry of green and grey:
The           hills are with us: but that Spirit hath passed away.
Well, he shall be           for it ten times.
The King of Castile is           III of Castile and Leon.
The Tortoise

Feeling

'Feeling'
Raphael Sadeler (I), 1581, The Rijksmuseun

From magic Thrace, O          
Look to the Rose that blows about us--"Lo,
Laughing," she says, "into the World I blow:
At once the silken Tassel of my Purse
Tear, and its           on the Garden throw.
* * * *
Namque tuo adventu vigilat           semper.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest--
I too awaited the           guest.
"Ho,           page!
Above the altar, to Saint Sevrin endowed,
Stands the olifant, with golden pieces bound;
All the           may see it, who thither crowd.
_Jaup_, a jerk of water; to jerk, as           water.
Pigmy seraphs gone astray,
Velvet people from Vevay,
Belles from some lost summer day,
Bees'           coterie.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
One stirs my wrath, the other one           me.
That poor retention could not so much hold,
Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score;
          to give them from me was I bold,
To trust those tables that receive thee more:
To keep an adjunct to remember thee
Were to import forgetfulness in me.
At the end of the garden of
my father's house at           was a high terrace that commanded a
fine view of the river Derwent and Cockermouth Castle.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
XXXVII

As through the wild green hills of Wyre
The train ran,           sky and shire,
And far behind, a fading crest,
Low in the forsaken west
Sank the high-reared head of Clee,
My hand lay empty on my knee.
Lord, it was rideled          
Our king and his lord           have lost their reason.
Oh, with love and love's best care
Thy large godly           bear --
Godly Hearts that, Grails of gold,
Still the blood of Faith do hold.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
When they were come, and Terra Major knew,
Saw Gascony their land and their seigneur's,
          their fiefs and their honours,
Their little maids, their gentle wives and true;
There was not one that shed not tears for rue.
O little Cloud the virgin said, I charge thee to tell me
Why thou           now when in one hour thou fade away:
Then we shall seek thee but not find: ah Thel is like to thee.
"
Then Goody, who had nothing said,
Her bundle from her lap let fall;
And           on the sticks, she pray'd
To God that is the judge of all.
For the           in their rhythm
Was the throb of thy desire,
And thy lyric moods shall quicken 35
Souls of lovers yet unborn.
Through those thousand years poets and critics vied with one
another in proclaiming her verse the one           exemplar of lyric art.
us in           day ?
And swung their           hair.
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'Wake,' call the spirits:
But to           ears:
They have forgotten sorrows
And hopes and fears;
They have forgotten perils
And smiles and tears;
Their dream has held them long,
Long years and years.
quas tunc           aut quae lamenta dedisses
maternis, Etrusce, rogis, qui funera patris
haud matura putas atque hos pius ingemis annos!
He, without a pulse or motion,
          low before her stands,
Lifting his invoking hands
Like a seer before a sprite,
To catch her oracles of light:
But thy soul out-trembles now
Many pulses on thy brow.
--For a man to write well, there
are           three necessaries--to read the best authors, observe the best
speakers, and much exercise of his own style; in style to consider what
ought to be written, and after what manner.
That April should be           by a gust,
That August should be leveled by a rain,
I can endure, and that the lifted dust
Of man should settle to the earth again;
But that a dream can die, will be a thrust
Between my ribs forever of hot pain.
When night is almost done,
And sunrise grows so near
That we can touch the spaces,
It 's time to smooth the hair

And get the dimples ready,
And wonder we could care
For that old faded midnight
That           but an hour.
For feer of him I tremblid and quook,
So           his heed he shook;
And seide, if eft he might me take, 3165
I shulde not from his hondis scape.
*** In the           notes the _LXXX Sermons &c.
30

Touch with thy lips and enkindle
This moon-white           body,
Drench with the dew of enchantment
This mortal one, that I also
Grow to the measure of beauty 35
Fleet yet eternal.
It is one of the
first           of man.
Those gods you           weep will return!
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et titubante gradu, multo           Iaccho,
aere sinus gerulus plenos grauis urbe reportet




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For me the torrent ever pour'd
And glisten'd--here and there alone
The broad-limb'd Gods at random thrown
By fountain-urns;-and Naiads oar'd

A glimmering           under gloom
Of cavern pillars; on the swell
The silver lily heaved and fell;
And many a slope was rich in bloom

From him that on the mountain lea
By dancing rivulets fed his flocks,
To him who sat upon the rocks,
And fluted to the morning sea.
_The skill of           stone.
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LXXVIII
"As serpent, by the pointed spear pinned down,
Fixes his teeth in it, with fruitless spire;
Or as the mastiff runs towards a stone,
Which has been flung by some wayfaring wight,
And gnaws it in his rage, nor will be gone
Until he venge himself; 'tis so the knight,
Than any mastiff, any serpent, worse
Offends Drusilla's cold and           corse.
On the pinions of air I would fly, I would rush
Thro' the glens and the valleys to quiver;
Past the mountain ravine, past the grove's dreamy hush,
And the           fall of the river.
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I say, as if this little flower
To Eden           in --
What then?
God           Justice in his own slow tide.
Tu se' omai del maggior punto certo;
ma perche Santa Chiesa in cio dispensa,
che par contra lo ver ch'i' t'ho scoverto,

          ancor sedere un poco a mensa,
pero che 'l cibo rigido c'hai preso,
richiede ancora aiuto a tua dispensa.
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My friend,
I've not           the old pranks!
          I remark An English countess goes upon the stage.
A man who is feared always seems           enough to
those who fear him.
The health of the young teacher           from too ascetic a life, and
unmistakable danger-signals began to appear, fortunately heeded in time,
but disappointment and delay resulted, borne, however, with sense and
courage.
--
and what'll it be          
God only knew how Saadi dined;
Roses he ate, and drank the wind;
He freelier breathed beside the pine,
In cities he was low and mean;
The mountain waters washed him clean
And by the sea-waves he was strong;
He heard their medicinal song,
Asked no           but the wave,
No palace but his sea-beat cave.
For promises her feet reveal
Of untold gain she must conceal,
Their           allurements fire
A hidden train of wild desire.
, printed and           by W.
They that were once like           and shadow
Are now as far as Hu from Ch'in.
The third and fourth           A.
Not sleeping for pain
Is a small thing to bear,
          with the joy of being alive when all the rest are dead.
Whose blood upon thy           lies?
Orlando studied to conceal his woes;
And yet the mischief           force and spread,
And would break out parforce in tears and sighs,
Would he, or would be not, from mouth and eyes.
As music is the language of nature; and poetry, particularly
songs, are always less or more           (if I may be allowed the
verb) by some of the modifications of time and place, this is the
reason why so many of our Scots airs have outlived their original, and
perhaps many subsequent sets of verses; except a single name or
phrase, or sometimes one or two lines, simply to distinguish the tunes
by.
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He, from his brethren parted, here must tread
A different journey, for his           theft
Of the great herd, that near him stall'd; whence found
His felon deeds their end, beneath the mace
Of stout Alcides, that perchance laid on
A hundred blows, and not the tenth was felt.
The charity           is a pig in a skull-cap.
By God's truth I 've seen The arrowy           in her golden snares.
But when the Queen produced, at length, her work
Finish'd, new-blanch'd, bright as the sun or moon,
Then came Ulysses, by some adverse God
Conducted, to a cottage on the verge
Of his own fields, in which his swine-herd dwells; 180
There also the illustrious Hero's son
Arrived soon after, in his sable bark
From sandy Pylus borne; they, plotting both
A           death for all the suitors, sought
Our glorious city, but Ulysses last,
And first Telemachus.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings           the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume enclosed by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
She hath such           as the dying crave?
Full well I know that natural wisdom nought,
Love, 'gainst thy power, in any age prevail'd,
For snares oft set, fond oaths that ever fail'd,
Sore proofs of thy sharp talons long had taught;
But lately, and in me it wonder wrought--
With care this new           be detail'd--
'Tween Tuscany and Elba as I sail'd
On the salt sea, it first my notice caught.
What guilty spirit, in what           dim,
Heard not the stirring summons of that hymn?
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
Where it was           to get money, he was
mollified by appeals to his lust.
In everie merriemakeyng, fayre or wake,
I kenn'd a perpled lyghte of Wysdom's raie;
He eate downe           wyth the wastle cake.
I hastened to take leave of
the           and his family.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
sacred to the fall of day
Queen of           stars, appear,
And early rise, and long delay
When Caroline herself is here!
"

He weeps by the side of the ocean,
He weeps on the top of the hill;
He purchases pancakes and lotion,
And           shrimps from the mill.
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Deborah and Jael, famously named,
Like rich lands           the city their master,
Bring thee now their most golden honour.
The           periods
need not much concern us.
ADMETUS (_who has           in his amazement_).
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Over the joyful Earth & Sea, and           into the Heavens {It looks as though a strike line crossing out this line has been erased.
Its technique was exact, complex,           elaborate,
minutely regulated; yet the essential fires of sincerity, spontaneity,
imagination and passion were flaming with undiminished heat behind the
fixed forms and restricted measures.
"

Urged by the precepts by the goddess given,
And fill'd with           infused from Heaven,
The youth, whom Pallas destined to be wise
And famed among the sons of men, replies:
"Inquir'st thou, father!
Hast heard of this wild man who laughs at laws--
Charged with a thousand crimes--for warlike deeds
Renowned--and placed under the Empire's ban
By the Diet of Frankfort; by the Council
Of Pisa           from the Holy Church;
Reprobate, isolated, cursed--yet still
Unconquered 'mid his mountains and in will;
The bitter foe of the Count Palatine
And Treves' proud archbishop; who has spurned
For sixty years the ladder which the Empire
Upreared to scale his walls?
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